All Chapters of Too Late To Want Me Back: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The sting of my mother-in-law’s slap burned across my cheek, but it was nothing compared to the silence from the man standing beside me.My husband.The sharp sound echoed through the ballroom, turning every head in our direction. Heat rushed to my face, smearing the red lipstick I had carefully applied earlier. I touched my cheek instinctively, fighting the tremble in my fingers.“Red, Bianca?” Eleanor’s voice sliced through the sudden hush, loud enough for the circling board members to hear. She adjusted the emerald rings on her fingers, her smile cold and polished. “Some women simply don’t understand subtlety. When you lack breeding, you compensate with… desperation.”Humiliation washed over me like ice water. My chest tightened as I turned to Dominic, silently pleading with him. Just once. Stand up for me.He adjusted the cuffs of his black tuxedo, his dark eyes flicking over my burning cheek with the same detached interest he gave to quarterly reports. “Mother has a point about t

The soft clink of the platinum band against the glass nightstand seemed to linger in the silence. Dominic’s fingers paused on the buttons of his shirt. He looked down at the ring, then up at my bare hand. His jaw tightened slightly, but his eyes remained entirely flat, devoid of remorse. I had spent six years praying to see."Are we playing games now, Bianca?" he asked. He didn't reach for the ring. "Taking off your ring because you're upset about corporate seating arrangements is childish.""Childish?" My voice shook, the tears finally cutting paths through my makeup. "You admitted to my face that you funded her return. You let your mother humiliate me. You let her wear the diamonds you promised me. And you're calling me childish?"Dominic let out a long, weary sigh and tossed his shirt into the laundry hamper, completely unbothered by my tears. "I told you, Selena is a strategic partner for the European sector. Her return gala, the diamonds, it's all part of the corporate image to

The sharp smell of antiseptic was the first thing I noticed as I slowly opened my eyes. My chest hurt when I breathed. The Brown estate was gone. Instead, I was in a private medical suite, with a heart monitor beeping somewhere nearby. For a moment, I stared at the ceiling, trying to remember what had happened."Don't try to sit up yet," a familiar voice commanded from the bedside.I turned my head weakly. Olivia was sitting in an armchair, her tailored blazer wrinkled, her dark eyes fierce with a mixture of intense worry and anger. Standing quietly near the door was Margaret, her hands still trembling as she twisted the edge of her apron, her eyes red from crying."Olivia..." my voice came out as a raspy whisper. "What... what happened?""What happened is that you almost let that wretched family kill you, Bianca," Olivia said, as she leaned forward and grabbed my bare left hand. "Margaret smuggled you out through the side entrance. If she hadn't called me, and if my private medical t

I stood near the side entrance and adjusted the cuff of my black velvet jacket. It felt strange after years of wearing the delicate gowns Dominic preferred, but I liked it.There was no announcement when I arrived. The master of ceremonies simply led me to a table near the stage and handed me the auction ledger. For now, I was there to observe.The room buzzed with quiet conversation, and the scent of expensive perfume and whiskey lingered in the air. These were the same people who had barely noticed me for six years. To them, I had been nothing more than Dominic Brown's wife, always standing quietly in the background. Then the doors opened. The room changed instantly.Dominic walked in wearing a midnight-blue tuxedo. Selena was on his arm, her lavender dress trailing behind her as she smiled at the people they passed. Eleanor followed a step behind, her eyes moving over the room. They headed toward the VIP section, and then Dominic looked across the ballroom and froze.For a brief

The room fell silent after my command. For a second, nobody said a word. The word 'cancel' lingered in the air."Bianca, stop this madness!" Eleanor was the first to speak. The usual calculated confidence in her voice was entirely gone, replaced by a shrill, desperate edge. She took a sharp step toward the podium, but the security guards moved immediately, their broad shoulders forming a physical wall that blocked her way. "Arthur, you can't be serious! This is a personal vendetta! You can't freeze a multi-million-dollar corporation's bidding rights over a petty domestic dispute!"Director Vance didn't even turn his head to look at her. He kept his posture rigid, his head slightly bowed toward me as he waited for my final confirmation."Is that your final directive, Miss Barley?" Vance asked, his voice projecting with chilling clarity through the venue's high-end sound system."It is," I replied smoothly, my voice devoid of any anger.Dominic finally moved. He didn't shout. A Brown ne